People are so busy talking about themselves. Their stories, how they progress, how they like to love and to be loved, it’s all about them.Not even trying to stop once; to listen and to ask. I’ve been there too and maybe at some point, I still am. Of course everyone wants to be listened. To be understood. To be the one who inspires.But have I tried to stop and ask and listen today? Maybe I haven’t.

Love is messy. It’s not always about two people who want to spend their lives together, watching the sunset on the roof patio. It’s not about couple pictures to upload on social media, or somebody to travel with, or just as simple as watching movies together.

It’s more than that.

It’s about making this money management works; because things are getting more expensive and life gets tougher by time. It’s about being completely naked and vulnerable; to have someone who you can tell your darkest secrets, deepest fears. Someone who will encourage you no matter how bad your mistake is, because that someone will be there to catch you when you fall.

Someone you know you can run on to when life knocks you down to the ground. Someone who doesn’t really mind waking up to you with oily face (because of that skincare experiment) and smelly breath eventhough you brush your teeth the night before. Someone who knows you’re imperfect, but loves you for that.

People will say that love isn’t enough to build a relationship. But at some point in your life ㅡwhen you feel down, when you hate yourself, when you make mistakesㅡ having someone’s love is more than enough to get you through the day.

I can say this because I’ve been there. I’ve tasted love so pure so that when I was on my lowest point; when I had no courage left, no strength, no hopes,when I had no one,I had love and that was enough to keep me alive.

Love stays at times like those, and I couldn’t be more grateful because that’s how I survived.

I survived my awful breakup because love that surrounded me. I survived my loneliness because His love is more than enough for me. And when my season finally comes, when there’s someone so kind enough to share his life, his dreams, his deepest fears and darkest secrets with me, I will cherish that for the rest of my life.I was alive because of love,And I will live to love.

The only meaning I could give to my birthday month is this:
to start over.

That's why I deleted all my posts, and I'm gonna start anew. Still got no clue about what I'm going to do about this very blog tho, but what I had in mind right now is I want to post analog pictures with the story I create for that photo.

When you finally hit that number 25 that marks the journey of your life, you start to think,
what is the purpose of my existence?
why am I here? and why am I saved?

Everything comes down to you, in the end.
Is this still about you, or this was never about you the whole time?